The Devil's Plus One

Slipping past my brother’s radar had worked when Vance climbed out my bedroom window, but our luck ran completely dry the second we reached the front hall.

Mateo stood planted squarely in front of the exit, his broad frame blocking the path as his disbelief cut between the two of us. His gaze dragged over my paper-thin, borderline-indecent dress before snapping straight to Vance’s towering frame.